Disclaimer: Glee and its characters aren't mine. Never was, never will be.

Hey Guys! I know I said this was just a one shot, but this next chapter came to me and I wanted to get it down. Hope you like it. I think iI might do one more chapter of it. Who knows? Thanks to everyone who wanted me to follow up with it. You guys are amazing, as usual! Tootles xoxo

Mercedes tossed and turned in the queen sized bed in her bedroom. Despite being dead tired from an exhaustingly day at the studio and spending the majority of the night taking her online classes, she couldn't seem to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind was whirling around a mile a minute and she ended up wrestling with her sheets, staring at the moon through her window. After staring at the moon for 20 minutes, Mercedes decided that maybe a midnight snack would help her to relax and finally get some sleep. She got out of her bed and slipped on her satin pink half robe. She opened her door but hesitated before taking a step out. She suddenly remembered that Sam was sleeping on the couch in the living room. She had to cross him to get to the kitchen. Mercedes grimaced internally.

Mercedes hadn't spoken a full five sentences to Sam since their interaction in the kitchen that first day in the apartment. Truth be told, she daydreamed about that encounter about a million times since it happened. Thinking about Sam being that close to her made her legs become jelly and her stomach do flip flops. She remembered all types of tiny details from that encounter.

The way his eyes turned dark green when he yelled how much he loved her before she left for California.

The way his arm muscles bulged when he cornered her to the kitchen wall while staring desperately at her mouth.

The smell of his musk when he leaned into her, making her heart beat so fast she thought for sure she was having a heart attack.

The tears that hid in the back of his glassy eyes when he stared at her, making her want to melt into his arms.

Mercedes shook her head and forced herself to focus on the current situation. She looked down at her attire. She was wearing a short satin pink sleep shirt underneath her robe. She had on frilly pink underwear but no bra. She wondered if she should dress more conservatively. Mercedes opened the door and glanced out into the hall. Empty. She listened intently for any noise coming from downstairs and heard nothing. Mercedes bit her bottom lip and then shrugged. "Screw it." She mumbled to herself. She was going to go downstairs just like this. Sam was probably asleep or maybe not even home yet. She turned and looked at her clock. 12:25am.

Mercedes knew that Sam was not a clubber or partier. He was either sleeping or playing Call of Duty. Mercedes stealthily tiptoed out of her room and descended the stairs. When she got to the bottom step, she sneaked her head around the corner to see if Sam was sleeping on the couch. The room was pitch black, except for the ray of moonlight creeping from the picture window. Sure enough, Sam was lying on the couch. The darkness kept Mercedes from seeing his face, but she figured he must have been sleeping since the television was off. She began making her way to the kitchen but stopped short once she neared the couch.

She knew she should have just kept going to the kitchen, but something was pulling her to look at the body lying on the couch. Her face softened when she saw Sam's head resting on his pillow. He looked so peaceful and at ease, wrapped up in his yellow comforter. Mercedes smiled at him. She found herself admiring the facial structure of this blond male specimen.

"His face was perfectly symmetrical",she mused. His eyebrows and eyes were perfectly proportioned with the rest of his face. She saw characteristics of his mom and dad in his nose and ears. But it was his mouth that drew her full attention. Many people thought Sam's lips were too big and overly dominated his face, but she knew better. His mouth was a gift from God. He had the kind of lips that felt like soft pillows and they knew exactly how to enrapture you by the slightest touch. She couldn't even bring herself to think about that amazing tongue and the hours of pleasure that it managed to provide her in the past. She remembered the profound satisfaction that it gave her body. The memories made her shudder involuntarily.

"Are you cold?" Mercedes' eyes darted straight to Sam's and found him staring directly at her. Mercedes' mouth went dry. Sam's eyes seemed to dance when they met hers and a smile crept over his face.

"Mercy?" he asked quietly. Mercedes looked toward the kitchen and then quickly back at Sam.

"I…um…I was going to the kitchen and…and…thought I should check on you." Mercedes quickly rattled off. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Why would you be checking on me?" Mercedes began wringing her hands behind her back, while trying to avoid Sam's face.

"You seemed..kind of quiet and I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Nothing's wrong with that, right?" Mercedes answered defensively. But Sam continued smiling at her calmly.

"Not at all. It just seemed like you were staring at me." Mercedes looked downward.

"Nope. Just checking on you." Sam nodded at her silently. After an awkward moment of silence, Mercedes ran her hands through her hair.

"Well, sorry to bother your sleep. I'm going to grab a snack." Mercedes started walking quickly towards the kitchen.

"Cedes?" Sam called. Mercedes rolled her eyes and turned toward him.

"Yep?" She answered with a fake smile plastered on her face. Sam scooted up on the couch.

"Mind if i come with? I'm kinda hungry too."

"Sure." She answered nonchalantly, while internally her mind was screaming "Helll no! Take your ass to sleep!"

Mercedes walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator quickly. From the corner of her eye, she watched Sam walk into the kitchen and lean against the wall. She immediately recognized that he was leaning on the wall where he had trapped her in his arms.

"Oh no, girl." Mercedes silently scolded herself. "Get a grip on yourself. That was then and this is- what the hell was he wearing!" Sam was standing barefoot in the kitchen, bare chested with snug Avengers trunks on. Mercedes felt her mouth start to salivate.

"Sam, where's your clothes?" Sam looked down at himself.

"What?"

"You're practically naked?" Sam narrowed his eyes at Mercedes.

"And? It's not like you've never seen me like this?" Mercedes avoided his stare.

"That's not the point. We are in the kitchen." She argued as Sam smirked.

"We were in the kitchen then too." He answered as he moved closer to Mercedes. "Or don't you remember."

Mercedes' body shuddered again. She laughed nervously and walked away from the fridge gingerly.

"Why don't you look in the fridge for your snack? I think I'm going to have cereal." Sam continued smirking as he watched Mercedes and shrugged.

"Sounds good. What kind of cereal do we have?" Mercedes tried to grab the cereal boxes on the top shelf but her height was making that impossible. She was hopping up and down to take a look. She heard chuckling behind her and turned to see Sam leaning on the counter laughing.

"Shut up Sam." She scolded. Sam continued laughing shaking his head.

"Can't help it. You look so cute." He replied easily. Mercedes' face turned red and turned her head quickly. She eyed the step ladder in the corner and grabbed it. As she climbed up, she heard Sam shuffling behind her.

"Cedes, hold on! Let me hold the step ladder for you." Sam grabbed her ankles as she stood on the very top rung of the ladder. She tried to focus on grabbing the cereal, but couldn't stop thinking about Sam standing underneath her, touching her. His hands felt like fire on her. She abruptly remembered what she was wearing and felt self-conscious. She looked down at Sam, and saw him staring at her legs and up her dress. The look on his face made Mercedes tremble forcibly. She recognized that look, because she had it no less than five minutes ago. He was looking longingly at her. Adoringly.

Seeing that made her legs begin to shake and she found herself losing her balance. Sam was still holding her when she turned and slid down on him to the floor. His hands were all over her and her hands were wrapped around his neck. She held him close at first, scared by the sudden fall. Sam was holding her tightly, his hands around her waist. At this point, her night shirt had been pushed up to around her waist.

"Are you ok?" he whispered in her ear. The closeness of them was too much for Mercedes. She couldn't find her voice. So she just nodded, while feeling her body physically react to being next to Sam. Her panties were getting ridiculously moist.

Sam was breathing heavily while continuing to hold her close.

"Cedes, you feel so good. Oh God, I missed how good you feel." He moaned as gripped her tighter. Mercedes' eyes began to water. She missed him so much and wanted him so badly.

"Sam, my Sammy. " She moaned before she could stop herself. Sam buried his nose in her hair and began breathing into her.

"You smell soooo good, Cedes. Why do you have to smell so good?" Mercedes was no running her hands through Sam's hair, loving the feel of his hair through her fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut, reveling in his touch. Before she knew it, Sam had grabbed her thighs, lifting her. Frightened and excited, she quickly wrapped her legs around his hip, as he carried her to the kitchen counter. He sat her on the edge of the counter and pulled back so he could look at her face. His hands cradled her face.

His eyes were dark green again and the look on his face was pure passion.

"Cedes, can I kiss you? Please baby, can I kiss you?" He asked desperately. Mercedes nodded her head quickly.

"Yes, Sam, ye-" Before she could finish, Sam brought her face to his and crushed his mouth on hers.

The kiss was intense from the very beginning and just became more intensified as they reacquainted their lips with each other. Sam's lips couldn't' get enough of Mercedes. He kissed her like a man desperate for satisfaction. He sucked her bottom lip, licking them for access. Once Mercedes opened her mouth, he immediately made use of his tongue, dancing around every crevice of her mouth. Mercedes grabbed Sam's face, grinding her hips on Sam's growing erection that pressed firmly against her.

They both moaned in unison as the old familiarity came sweeping back, taking them over the edge. After kissing for what seemed like hours, Sam pulled away from Mercedes and stumbled as he took steps back from her. Breathlessly Mercedes frowned and tried to pull Sam back in between her legs.

"Sam, no. Don't go." She grumbled. Sam stood back, shaking his head.

"Cedes, I want this too much. Way too much. I'm afraid what I will do right now. I want to be so deep inside of you that you can feel every inch of me. Until we are one and can't be separated. I want to make you cum until you are dripping all over me and we still can't get enough. I want to…I want to…I want to taste you and lick you and run my tongue all over your soft body. Right here, right now." Sam was running his hand through his hair madly. He could not make eye contact with her.

Mercedes breathed heavily as she nodded her head frustrated.

"I'm sorry. I just missed you so much and want to hold you so much." She startedto drop her head embarrassedly, but Sam quickly moved to her and held her face in his hands.

"No," he whispered as he kissed he forehead softly, "Don't be sorry. Don't ever be sorry for that. I missed you too." Mercedes nodded her head and looked up at his eyes.

"Sam, I'm sorry about everything I said to you before. I was talking out hurt and anger and put all the blame on you." Her voice was soft and vulnerable. Sam gently wiped the tears that descended from her eyes.

"We both made mistakes. But we're here together now. And there's definitely something here between us." They both nodded their heads.

"Do you want to try starting over?" She asked. Sam smiled as he ran his thumb over her cheek.

"I'd like that. But Cedes…"

"Yeah?"

"Can we not start directly from the beginning with everything?" He asked seductively. Mercedes licked her lips.

"I think that can be arranged." She whispered, delicately cupping Sam's cheek in her hands and kissing him on his waiting lips.